[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
I spent two hunnid for lunch, my pockets stuffed
But I've still been hungry for the check, I ran it up
I put some new diamonds on me, these ain't priceless cuts
Jeweler say, "That's too many baguettes," it ain't enough
I must admit, I like to spend, this car cost way more than a Benz
If I go broke, I'ma bounce back, get rich once again
Pray to God for all my sins, Cartier my lens
So much Benjamins that I don't need no mo' new friends
[Verse 1]
Me, myself, that's all I need
So much smoke inside the car, look like that's all I breathe
Swеar I always give way mo' than what I receivе
Cross me once, no "pardon me," it's more like R.I.P
That real in my arteries, y'all faker than most, it ain't hard to read
I woke up and hustled like I was broke, but funny, I'm sleepin' on Prada sheets
The outfit Alexander McQueen, but it's ironic 'cause I'm a king
Tell 'em the truth, they call me mean, homie, I just say the shit I mean
[Pre-Chorus]
You could pass me the bottle, I'ma drink it to the bottom
Me goin' broke like findin' a beach in Colorado
Run it up, that's the motto, it's a hard pill to swallow
Every dude wanna be a rapper, every bitch wanna be a model
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
I spent two hunnid for lunch, my pockets stuffed
But I've still been hungry for the check, I ran it up
I put some new diamonds on me, these ain't priceless cuts
Jeweler say, "That's too many baguettes," it ain't enough
I must admit, I like to spend, this car cost way more than a Benz
If I go broke, I'ma bounce back, get rich once again
Pray to God for all my sins, Cartier my lens
So much Benjamins that I don't need no mo' new friends
[Verse 1]
Me, myself, that's all I need
So much smoke inside the car, look like that's all I breathe
Swеar I always give way mo' than what I receivе
Cross me once, no "pardon me," it's more like R.I.P
That real in my arteries, y'all faker than most, it ain't hard to read
I woke up and hustled like I was broke, but funny, I'm sleepin' on Prada sheets
The outfit Alexander McQueen, but it's ironic 'cause I'm a king
Tell 'em the truth, they call me mean, homie, I just say the shit I mean
[Pre-Chorus]
You could pass me the bottle, I'ma drink it to the bottom
Me goin' broke like findin' a beach in Colorado
Run it up, that's the motto, it's a hard pill to swallow
Every dude wanna be a rapper, every bitch wanna be a model
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